Today I’m part of a special blog event hosted by T. Man, a 10-year-old author and homeschooler. When T. Man was only 8, he partnered with his older brother, M. Man, on a special homeschool writing project that resulted in their first published book, Tony the Phony and Cursed Mansion. This year, T. Man went solo and just finished the second book in the series, Tony the Phony and the Northern Woods. Written in the engaging style of a Choose Your Own Adventure™, each book is available for .99 on Amazon.
But today T. Man has chosen to share his new book with his readers in its entirety in a special interactive virtual event. Seven different bloggers are hosting sections of the story. The fun begins on T. Man’s blog. At the end of each page YOU have to decide how the story will go. Each choice will lead you to a new blog. You have the possibility of landing on any of four endings. Of course, when you finish you can always go back to the beginning and start again. Choose wisely!
Permalink to the start of the story on T. Man’s blog: http://wp.me/p2bspO-7d
Link to Tony the Phony and Cursed Mansion: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00JQLMK6G/
Link to Tony the Phony and the Northern Woods: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01AL2AFYM
The Story:
Run!” yelled Ed.
Before you could say “fudge,” they were off, running as fast as they could.
“Where do we go? The Porcupine Mountains are in our way,” said Tony.
“Look! A cave up in the mountain,” answered Ed. “Let’s climb!”
“Good idea, but it’s going to take us a while to get up there,” said Tony.
“Then let’s get started.”
“We’re almost there,” Tony panted. “Almost there…WHOA! Help, I’m going to fall!”
“I got you,” said Ed. “I’m going to pull you up. Get some grip with your shoes.”
Ed pulled Tony up in the cave and they ran. But the sound of their footsteps changed from the thud of rock to the thunk of wood. And the echoes began to sound like water.
“Can you see anything?” asked Tony.
“No.”
Bam!
“Ouch!” said Tony.
“What is that?” asked Ed.
“It feels like a tree.”
“There are no trees in a cave,” said Ed.
“There are no wooden floors, either,” answered Tony. “But I just fell on one.”
They felt around in the dark. “I think we’re on a pirate ship and I ran into the mast,” said Tony. “This is cool! We’re going to be pirates!”
“Or prisoners,” said Ed.
But they became pirates for a hundred years. They never did die until they got to the day they crashed in a plane.
The End
Go back to the beginningand choose again.